Never playing the same game,
each wins undefeated
while the other fouls
blatantly. A humiliating loss
in a victory dance
as the other looks on,
shaking head
on the inside, whooping
cavorting, popping champagne
corks anticipating all
of the awkward drama
of a shared locker room
where the difference in rules
doesn't matter any more,
and everyone runs up the same
kind of score.
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